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Image description: a picture of a bird perched on telephone lines, with a grey sky behind it.
Quarantine Lullaby
By Molly Scales
The Humans have all gone
quiet,
Sings the starling startled
from its tree.
They’ve arranged a hibernation
of their own,
Agree new-formed critters,
barely beginning to be.
The roiling roads stop their churning.
The city sky ceases burning.
The Box People tuck themselves
Into Box Houses.
Ill-natured;
Some might even say
Fractious.
They wait in a hopeless hope
That the calm –
This intolerable calm-
Will not last.
I am so used to the world’s
turning;
I find it an eerie apparition now
Without the lullaby of its
howling.